ribbon limbs       flaxen braids droop       palely flex

white white

headtilt casual       as if ear cannot hear       but it is eye

cannot see      in dainty vein swings

where sound moves       graceful arms are borders

that keep us out       invite keen eyes in

there is no blonde hatblonde hat

(do you know the stare       do you pardon it       do you bleed like me)

you do not guess that i want to touch to feel once       maybe more those

white white

lashes on eyes that never look to see       only listen       eyes that only listen

hooded       braced       batting in the path of my lips

brushing nearer my sounds       your secrets swept my way       i catch      

i collect vowels like sky drips in a beaker       i pour them back       they are fresh      

floating like you in the still desert air

i whisper ever softly       i'll not shout or be sudden        scare you away

no raised red voice       or your pasty boughs may break       skin hisses of

papery whispers and your twigs stretch to see your own

sandy freckles       my tongue-sounds echo to your mouth      

we meet in air and

white white

lips       your bloodless lashes nod       your being strives to see

alien giraffe       exotic mantis       rare white child

your graceful and newfangled lope       your fold of parts

and dance adorned in flaxen angels of dust

your pallid movements charm my heart

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i saw her dance. i was mesmerised.